Bliss

Name: Bliss Wakely; she has no middle name.

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Eyes: Bright blue

Hair: Blonde

Height: 5'6"

Body Type: Thin

Skin Colour: Pale

God Parent: Ares

Mortal Parent: Aster Wakely

Country of Origin: America

Pets: A seven months old Golden Retriever called Stoney

Talents: Making jewelry, singing, climbing

Weapon: An old, unused CB dagger about 10 inches long; she doesn't believe in fighting

Personality: Bliss isn't your typical daughter of Ares. She's a happy-go-lucky girl who doesn't really have a care in the world. It's like she lives in her own blissful (pun totally intended) world. Most comments tend to deflect off of her; it's rare to see her angry. She likes doing what she wants, which is usually wandering about camp. She could also be called a hippie, kind of.

Flaws: Careless, bad at fighting, absent-minded

Powers: N/A

Life Before CHB: Bliss never really had a home. She moved around a lot, living with her mother, Aster -- who was a sort of hippie -- in a small van. They made money by Aster's several on-off jobs as cashiers and waitresses and whatnot. She was homeschooled when her mother had time. It wasn't too luxurious of a life, but she was happy enough. She saw strange things quite a few times, but was lucky enough to avoid them until one day in Long Island Sound. She was straying extremely near to almost the borders of Camp, and a few tired monsters who had chased a poor demigod all the way there decided she was going to be easier. However, she managed to accidentally get into the borders and figured out they couldn't get her inside, so she wandered around in the bordere until someone found her and explained things to her.

RP Example: Bliss ran her fingers through her blonde hair absently, the several bead bracelets on her arms clinking as they tumbled against each other. It was a lovely day as usual; that was one of the main reasons why she loved camp -- you wouldn't freeze to death. Smiling a little dreamily, she started to swing her legs, her bare feet grazing the cool water as she did so. It was remarkably early in the morning and few people were up, although the ones that were gave her strange looks. Probably because she looked like some flower child from the 1960s, but why would she really care?

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